Leaving me feeling more uncomfortable and confused than ever. I haven’t seen him since our last interaction on the street when I touched his lips, or talked to him since I hung up on him and I’m not sure how I feel about that. But I’m sure I was only a prize he was trying to win, and the feeling of defeat, particularly for a man, is hard to swallow. Especially a man like King–yes, he’s undeniably gorgeous. But other than that, he lacks normal human skills, like compassion, and respect. And for some strange reason he likes me…or acts like it. But now, I’m sure he’s off prowling the next woman that turns his head. Honestly I have no clue why I ever did. My phone rings, and I set down the tub of ice cream that I’m sulking my worries away into. Internally, I hope it’s him. I guess so I can hear his voice, then yell at him. Damn, I'm all over the place. But it’s Mistee. “Hey, girl.” “Oh fuck, Ever.” She is panicked and I don’t like it, something has to be majorly wrong.
